I often ask for help with the simplest of math. Lee has called for writing help on a few occasions.
Last weekend I considered calling in the math troops. I'd started a new quilt in an attempt to use some blue scraps--there are SO many. One thing led to another and I eventually found myself playing with some odd shapes: triangles!
I rarely work with these because they need some knowledge of angles. I know Shakespeare. But Shakespeare didn't help. Trying to figure out the angles using math was of no use since I don't know the formulas, and I probably can't work the problem if I did.
A few words flew. Not nice words. Shakespearean insults. Perhaps a few epic curses. And suddenly the quilt had a name, "Math Is an Expletive."